The Wicked Ones Songtext
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The Wicked Ones Songtext
The ancestors of barbarous scums
The heirs of the wicked ones
The sapless cluster of spiders creeping through the cracks in the skin
Makes the phantasms shudder and wake up from a nightmare
Nocturnal screams of inchoate turmoil that comes from within
Shatter against the silence and freeze up in the air
The wicked ones
Wrath of the dead
How do you sleep in your cozy tomb?
What is it the deceased dream about?
Your only wish was being laid to rest in the gloom
With no mortal bullshit pulling you out
Behind closed eyes is where the horror begins
Dark thoughts are growling and spreading like a thousand ants
This is a war where nobody wins
There will be none but us, the spawn of the wicked ones
The ancestors of barbarous scums
The heirs of the wicked ones
The sapless cluster of spiders creeping through the cracks in the skin
Makes the phantasms shudder and wake up from a nightmare
Nocturnal screams of inchoate turmoil that comes from within
Shatter against the silence and freeze up in the air
The wicked ones
Wrath of the dead
Behind closed eyes is where the horror begins
Dark thoughts are growling and spreading like a thousand ants
This is a war where nobody wins
There will be none but us, the spawn of the wicked ones
How do you sleep in your cozy tomb?
What is it the deceased dream about?
Your only wish was being laid to rest in the gloom
With no mortal bullshit pulling you out
The heirs of the wicked ones
The sapless cluster of spiders creeping through the cracks in the skin
Makes the phantasms shudder and wake up from a nightmare
Nocturnal screams of inchoate turmoil that comes from within
Shatter against the silence and freeze up in the air
The wicked ones
Wrath of the dead
How do you sleep in your cozy tomb?
What is it the deceased dream about?
Your only wish was being laid to rest in the gloom
With no mortal bullshit pulling you out
Behind closed eyes is where the horror begins
Dark thoughts are growling and spreading like a thousand ants
This is a war where nobody wins
There will be none but us, the spawn of the wicked ones
The ancestors of barbarous scums
The heirs of the wicked ones
The sapless cluster of spiders creeping through the cracks in the skin
Makes the phantasms shudder and wake up from a nightmare
Nocturnal screams of inchoate turmoil that comes from within
Shatter against the silence and freeze up in the air
The wicked ones
Wrath of the dead
Behind closed eyes is where the horror begins
Dark thoughts are growling and spreading like a thousand ants
This is a war where nobody wins
There will be none but us, the spawn of the wicked ones
How do you sleep in your cozy tomb?
What is it the deceased dream about?
Your only wish was being laid to rest in the gloom
With no mortal bullshit pulling you out
Writer(s): John Falk, Oksana Rychkova Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
